Inftructs you how to adore the heavens, and bows you To morning's holy office. Cymbeline, A. 3, S. 3, Antony and Cleopatra, A. 4, S. 4, The grey-ey'd morn fmiles on the frowning night Checkering the eastern clouds with ftreaks of light; And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels From forth day's path-way, made by Titan's Romeo and Juliet, A. 2, S. 3. wheels. See, how the morning opes her golden gates, Henry VI. P. 3, A. 2, S. 1. MOT H E R. -Who might be your mother, 2 That you infult, exult, and all at once, Over the wretched? As you like it, A. 3, S. 5. MURDER, And flecked darkness.] Flecked is fpotted, dappled, streaked. Lord Surrey uses the word in his tranflation of the 4th Eneid. "Her quivering cheeks flecked with deadly stain." went off STEEVENS. "Flecked" is undoubtedly fpotted. But flecked, in this place, fhould be flick'ring, i. e. fluttering. Darkness, or night, is always reprefented with wings. To fay, therefore, that night flowly ("flickering"), or hefitatingly, like a drunkard, is beautiful, and perfectly juft. The text is certainly faulty, for if flecked, or spotted darkness, be likened to a reeling man, where is the truth of the comparison? A. B. 2 That you infult, exult, and all at once:] By examining the crime of the perfon accufed, we fhall difcover that the line is to be read thus: "That you infult, exult, and rail at once." But the Oxford editor improves it, and for rail at once, reads do mincer WARBURTON. MURDER, MURDERER. Within this bofom never enter'd yet my form; The dreadful motion of a murd'rous thought, King John, A. 4, S. 2. O God, which this blood mad'ft, revenge his death! O earth, which this blood drink'ft, revenge his death! Either, heaven, with lightning ftrike the murderer dead, Or, earth, gape open wide, and eat him quick. Richard III. A. 1, S. 2. The great King of kings Hath in the table of his law commanded, That thou fhalt do no murder; wilt thou then Spurn at his edict, and fulfil a man's? Richard III. A. 1, S. 4. Perjury, perjury, in the highest degree, Methought the fouls of all that I had murder'd Richard III. A. 5, S. 3. I'll have these players Play fomething like the murder of my father, There is no neceffity for introducing "rail," and which is befide included in the word infult. We have only to make a transpofition of the words: "That you at once infult, exult,—and all, i, e. and that too over the wretched. U 4 A. B. I'll I'll tent him to the quick; if he do blench, Hamlet, A. 2, S. 2. I have heard, That guilty creatures, fitting at a play, For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak Hamlet, A. 2, S. 2. It cannot be, but thou haft murder'd him; So fhould a murderer look, fo dead, fo grim. Midfummer Night's Dream, A. 3, S. 2. Can serve my turn? Forgive me my foul murder! Hamlet, A. 3, S. 3. A murderer, and a villain: a vice of kings: Hamlet, A. 3, S. 4. This play is the image of a murder done in Vienna: 'tis a knavish piece of work: but what of that? your majefty, and we that have free fouls, it toucheth us not: let the gall'd jade wince, our withers are unHamlet, A. 3, S. 2. wrung. Where should this mufick be? i' the air, or the earth? This mufick crept by me upon the waters; Allaying both their fury, and my paffion, With its fweet air. Tempest, A. 1, S. 2. Tempeft, A. 1, S. 2. Give Give me fome musick; mufick, moody food · Antony and Cleopatra, A. 2, S. 5. Twelfth Night, A. 1, S. 1. Except I be by Silvia in the night, Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 3, S. I. Prepofterous afs! that never read fo far Taming of the Shrew, A. 3, S. 1. The poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, ftones, and floods, Merchant of Venice, A. 5, S. 1. How fweet the moon-light fleeps upon this bank! And draw her home with mufick. Merchant of Venice, A. 5, S. 1. I am never merry, when I hear sweet musick. Merchant of Venice, A. 5, S. 1. He may win: And what is mufick then? then mufick is Even as the flourish when true fubjects bow Merchant of Venice, A. 3, S. 2. The man that hath no mufick in himself, Is fit for treasons, ftratagems, and fpoils; Merchant of Venice, A. 5, S. 1. Let mufick found, while he doth make his choice, Then if he lofe, he makes a swan-like end, Fading in mufick. Merchant of Venice, A. 3, S. 2. There is much mufic, excellent voice, in this little organ; yet cannot you make it speak. Why, do you think, that I am easier to be play'd on than a pipe? Call me what inftrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me. Hamlet, A. 3, S. 2. Let there be no noife made, my gentle friends, ' Unless fome dull and favourable hand. Will whisper mufick to my weary fpirit. ,, Henry IV. P. 2, A. 4, S. 4. MYSTERY. Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! you would play upon me; you would feem to know my ftops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would found me from my loweft note to the top of my compafs. Hamlet, A. 3, S. 2. Unless fome dull and favourable band.] Thus the old editions read it, evidently corrupt. Shakespeare feems to have wrote, "Unless fome doleing favourable hand." deleing, i. e. a hand ufing foft melancholy airs. WARBURTON. I rather think that dull fignifies melancholy, gentle, foothing. JOHNSON. "Dull and favourable hand." The terms dull and favourable are too much opposed to be right. Shakespeare may have Anglicifed the word dolce, and written, "Unless fome dolce and favourable hand." dolce, i. e. foft, footbing. The Italian expreffion, con dolce maniera, fignifies, to play in a foft and agreeable manner. A. B. NAIAD. |